“Much appreciated, but before that…” He takes a step toward me. “I want a rain check on our conversation.”
I press my lips together to try and curb the desire I have for him, but it doesn’t work. Archer’s hold on me is frightening, to put it mildly.
“Fine,” I say. “We can stay in touch. Sort of. Maybe. A little.”
He smiles and bends over to grab my bag. “That’s all I ask.”
I take it from him and smile at his flushed cheeks. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Just…” I lick my lips, still sweet from sugar and Brit. “Thanks.”
He lays a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to kiss me.
A fist slams against the door. “Lilah!”
I sigh. “Okay, Dante!”
Archer winces. “Is he always like this?”
“Ever since that Sullivan kid in ninth grade…”
“Who?”
“Never mind.” I kiss the edge of his mouth. “Get behind the wheel. Speed off as soon as I leave.”
“Promise you’ll meet me.”
“Meet you where?”
He grins. “In St. Louis.”
I roll my eyes. “How long have you been wanting to say that?”
“My whole life.” He chuckles. “Friday. The hotel. Be there. Wait—”
I pause by the door and he grabs my handgun from the kitchen drawer behind him.
He holds it out to me. “I believe this is yours.”
I smile one more time. “You can keep it.”
His lips curl as I step outside.
My brothers stand there, silently staring at me. Dante’s still just as pissed off, but I catch a hint of amusement hidden in Elijah’s glare.
The engine turns and Archer does as I told him to, racing off almost immediately from the parking lot.
Dante furrows his brow with murder in his eyes. “Where’s he going?”
“Far away,” I answer. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Call him back.”
“No.”
“Lilah—” He stops and slinks away in disappointment.